Chapter hundred Sixty- seven

Charles made his way through the tunnels. His senses were heightened, every nerve on edge as he sought out his target, William, the man responsible for so much pain and suffering. His brother.

As he rounded a corner, his heart leaped into his throat as he caught sight of a figure in his peripheral vision.

Before he could react, the glint of metal caught his eye, and he instinctively dove to the ground, narrowly avoiding the spray of bullets that erupted from the gun in William's hands.

"Hahahaha!" William's laughter echoed through the tunnels, laughing maniacally like a Disney villain.

The air was thick with tension as Charles assessed his surroundings, his mind racing with adrenaline-fueled urgency.

With quick thinking, Charles rolled behind a stack of crates, his heart pounding in his chest as he sought refuge from the hail of bullets that rained down upon him.

The sound of gunfire filled the air.

As he caught his breath, Charles assessed his options, his mind racing with strateg